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UNDERLAND WITHOUT THE QUEEN:
ALL felt that they had earned what Scrubb called a "breather". The Witch
had locked the door and told the Earthmen not to disturb her, so there was
no danger of interruption for the present. Their first business was, of
course, Puddleglum's burnt foot. A couple of clean shirts from the Prince's
bedroom, torn into strips, and well greased on the inside with butter and
salad oil off the supper table, made a fairly good dressing. When this had
been applied, they all sat down and had a little refreshment, and discussed
plans for escaping from the Underworld.
Rilian explained that there were quite a lot of outlets by which one could
get to the surface; he had been taken out through most of them at one time
or another. But he had never gone out alone, only with the Witch; and he
had always reached these outlets by going in a ship across the Sunless Sea.
What the Earthmen would say if he went down to the harbour without the
Witch, and with four strangers, and simply ordered a ship, no one could
guess. But most likely they would ask awkward questions. On the other hand
the new outlet, the one for the invasion of Overworld, was on this side of
the sea, and only a few miles away. The Prince knew that it was nearly
finished; only a few feet of earth divided the diggings from the outer air.
It was even possible that it had now been quite finished. Perhaps the Witch
had come back to tell him this and to start the attack. Even if it was not,
they could probably dig themselves out by that route in a few hours - if
they could only get there without being stopped, and if only they found the
diggings unguarded. But those were the difficulties.
"If you ask me -" began Puddleglum, when Scrubb interrupted.
"I say," he asked, "what's that noise?"
"I've been wondering that for some time!" said Jill.
They had all, in fact, been hearing the noise but it had begun and
increased so gradually that they did not know when they had first noticed
it. For a time it had been only a vague disquiet like gentle winds, or
traffic very far away. Then it swelled to a murmur like the sea. Then came
rumblings and rushings. Now there seemed to be voices as well and also a
steady roaring that was not voices.
"By the Lion," said Prince Rilian, "it seems this silent land has found a
tongue at last." He rose, walked to the window, and drew aside the
curtains. The others crowded round him to look out.
The very first thing they noticed was a great red glow. Its reflection made
a red patch on the roof of the Underworld thousands of feet above them, so
that they could see a rocky ceiling which had perhaps been hidden in
darkness ever since the world was made. The glow itself came from the far
side of the city so that many buildings, grim and great, stood up blackly
against it. But it also cast its light down many streets that ran from it
towards the castle. And in those streets something very strange was going
on. The closely-packed, silent crowds of Earthmen had vanished. Instead,
there were figures darting about by ones, or twos, or threes. They behaved
like people who do not want to be seen: lurking in shadow behind buttresses
or in doorways, and then moving quickly across the open into fresh places
of hiding. But the strangest thing of all, to anyone who knew the gnomes,
was the noise. Shouts and cries came from all directions. But from the
harbour there came a low, rumbling roar which grew steadily louder and was
already shaking the whole city.
"What's happened to the Earthmen?" said Scrubb. "Is it them shouting?"
"'Tis hardly possible," said the Prince. "I never heard one of the rascals
so much as speak with a loud voice in all the weary years of my bondage.
Some new devilry, I don't doubt."
"And what is that red light over there?" asked Jill. "Is something on
fire?"
"If you ask me," said Puddleglum, "I should say that was the central fires
of the Earth breaking out to make a new volcano. We'll be in the middle of
it, I shouldn't wonder."
"Look at that ship!" said Scrubb. "Why's it coming on so quickly? No one's
rowing it."
"Look, look!" said the Prince. "The ship is already far this side of the
harbour - it is in the street. Look! All the ships are driving into the
city! By my head, the sea's rising. The flood is upon us. Aslan be praised,
this castle stands on high ground. But the water comes on grimly fast."
"Oh, what can be happening?" cried Jill. "Fire and water and all those
people dodging about the streets."
"I'll tell you what it is," said Puddleglum. "That Witch has laid a train
of magic spells so that whenever she was killed, at that same moment her
whole kingdom would fall to pieces. She's the sort that wouldn't so much
mind dying herself if she knew that the chap who killed her was going to be
burned, or buried, or drowned five minutes later."
"Hast hit it, friend wiggle," said the Prince. "When our swords hacked off
the Witch's head, that stroke ended all her magic works, and now the Deep
Lands are falling to pieces. We are looking on the end of Underworld."
"That's it, Sir," said Puddleglum. "Unless it should happen to be the end
of the whole world."
"But are we just going to stay here and - wait?" gasped Jill.
"Not by my counsel," said the Prince. "I would save my horse, Coalblack,
and the Witch's Snowflake (a noble beast and worthy of a better mistress)
which are both stabled in the courtyard. After that, let us make shift to
get out to high ground and pray that we shall find an outlet. The horses
can carry two each at need, and if we put them to it they may outstrip the
flood."
"Will your Highness not put on armour?" asked Puddleglum. "I don't like the
look of those" - and he pointed down to the street. Everyone looked down.
Dozens of creatures (and now that they were close, they obviously were
Earthmen) were coming up from the direction of the harbour. But they were
not moving like an aimless crowd. They behaved like modern soldiers in an
attack, making rushes and taking cover, anxious not to be seen from the
castle windows.
"I dare not see the inside of that armour again," said the Prince. "I rode
in it as in a movable dungeon, and it stinks of magic and slavery. But I
will take the shield."
He left the room and returned with a strange light in his eyes a moment
later.
"Look, friends," he said, holding out the shield towards them. "An hour ago
it was black and without device; and now, this." The shield had turned
bright as silver, and on it, redder than blood or cherries, was the figure
of the Lion.
"Doubtless," said the Prince, "this signifies that Aslan will be our good
lord, whether he means us to live or die. And all's one, for that. Now, by
my counsel, we shall all kneel and kiss his likeness, and then all shake
hands one with another, as true friends that may shortly be parted. And
then, let us descend into the city and take the adventure that is sent us."
And they all did as the Prince had said. But when Scrubb shook hands with
Jill, he said, "So long, Jill. Sorry I've been a funk and so ratty. I hope
you get safe home," and Jill said, "So long, Eustace. And I'm sorry I've
been such a pig." And this was the first time they had ever used Christian
names, because one didn't do it at school.
The Prince unlocked the door and they all went down the stairs: three of
them with drawn swords, and Jill with drawn knife. The attendants had
vanished and the great room at the foot of the Prince's stairs was empty.
The grey, doleful lamps were still burning and by their light they had no
difficulty in passing gallery after gallery and descending stairway after
stairway. The noises from outside the castle were not so easily heard here
as they had been in the room above. Inside the house all was still as
death, and deserted. It was as they turned a corner into the great hall on
the ground floor that they met their first Earthman - a fat, whitish
creature with a very piglike face who was gobbling up all the remains of
food on the tables. It squealed (the squeal also was very like a pig's) and
darted under a bench, whisking its long tail out of Puddleglum's reach in
the nick of time. Then it rushed away through the far door too quickly to
be followed.
From the hall they came out into the courtyard. Jill, who went to a riding
school in the holidays, had just noticed the smell of a stable (a very
nice, honest, homely smell it is to meet in a place like Underland) when
Eustace said, "Great Scott! Look at that!" A magnificent rocket had risen
from somewhere beyond the castle walls and broken into green stars.
"Fireworks!" said Jill in a puzzled voice.
"Yes," said Eustace, "but you can't imagine those Earth people letting them
off for fun! It must be a signal."
"And means no good to us, I'll be bound," said Puddleglum.
"Friends," said the Prince, "when once a man is launched on such an
adventure as this, he must bid farewell to hopes and fears, otherwise death
or deliverance will both come too late to save his honour and his reason.
Ho, my beauties" (he was now opening the stable door). "Hey cousins!
Steady, Coalblack! Softly now, Snowflake! You are not forgotten."
The horses were both frightened by the strange lights and the noises. Jill,
who had been so cowardly about going through a black hole betweeen one cave
and another, went in without fear between the stamping and snorting beasts,
and she and the Prince had them saddled and bridled in a few minutes. Very
fine they looked as they came out into the courtyard, tossing their heads.
Jill mounted Snowflake, and Puddleglum got up behind her. Eustace got up
behind the Prince on Coalblack. Then with a great echo of hoofs, they rode
out of the main gateway into the street.
"Not much danger of being burnt. That's the bright side of it," observed
Puddleglum, pointing to their right. There, hardly a hundred yards away,
lapping against the walls of the houses, was water.
"Courage!" said the Prince. "The road there goes down steeply. That water
has climbed only half up the greatest hill in the city. It might come so
near in the first half-hour and come no nearer in the next two. My fear is
more of that -" and he pointed with his sword to a great tall Earthman with
boar's tusks, followed by six others of assorted shapes and sizes who had
just dashed out of a side street and stepped into the shadow of the houses
where no one could see them.
The Prince led them, aiming always in the direction of the glowing red
light but a little to the left of it. His plan was to get round the fire
(if it was a fire) on to high ground, in hope that they might find their
way to the new diggings. Unlike the other three, he seemed to be almost
enjoying himself. He whistled as he rode, and sang snatches of an old song
about Corin Thunder-fist of Archenland. The truth is, he was so glad at
being free from his long enchantment that all dangers seemed a game in
comparison. But the rest found it an eerie journey.
Behind them was the sound of clashing and entangled ships, and the rumble
of collapsing buildings. Overhead was the great patch of lurid light on the
roof of the Underworld. Ahead was the mysterious glow, which did not seem
to grow any bigger. From the same direction came a continual hubbub of
shouts, screams, cat-calls, laughter, squeals, and bellowings; and
fireworks of all sorts rose in the dark air. No one could guess what they
meant. Nearer to them, the city was partly lit up by the red glow, and
partly by the very different light of the dreary Gnome lamps. But there
were many places where neither of these lights fell, and those places were
jet-black. And in and out of those places the shapes of Earthmen were
darting and slipping all the time, always with their eyes fixed on the
travellers, always trying to keep out of sight themselves. There were big
faces and little faces, huge eyes like fishes' eyes and little eyes like
bears'. There were feathers and bristles, horns and tusks, noses like
whipcord, and chins so long that they looked like beards. Every now and
then a group of them would get too big or come too near. Then the Prince
would brandish his sword and make a show of charging them. And the
creatures, with all manner of hootings, squeakings, and cluckings, would
dive away into the darkness.
But when they had climbed many steep streets and were far away from the
flood, and almost out of the town on the inland side, it began to be more
serious. They were now close to the red glow and nearly on a level with it,
though they still could not see what it really was. But by its light they
could see their enemies more clearly. Hundreds - perhaps a few thousands -
of gnomes were all moving towards it. But they were doing so in short
rushes, and whenever they stopped, they turned and faced the travellers.
"If your Highness asked me," said Puddleglum, "I'd say those fellows were
meaning to cut us off in front."
"That was my thought too, Puddleglum," said the Prince. "And we can never
fight our way through so many. Hark you! Let us ride forth close by the
edge of yonder house. And even as we reach it, do you slip off into its
shadow. The Lady and I will go forward a few paces. Some of these devils
will follow us, I doubt not; they are thick behind us. Do you, who have
long arms, take one alive if you may, as it passes your ambush. We may get
a true tale of it or learn what is their quarrel against us."
"But won't the others all come rushing at us to rescue the one we catch,"
said Jill in a voice not so steady as she tried to make it.
"Then, Madam," said the Prince, "you shall see us die fighting around you,
and you must commend yourself to the Lion. Now, good Puddleglum."
The Marsh-wiggle slipped off into the shadow as quickly as a cat. The
others, for a sickening minute or so, went forward at a walk. Then suddenly
from behind them there broke out a series of blood-curdling screams, mixed
with the familiar voice of Puddleglum, saying, "Now then! Don't cry out
before you're hurt, or you will be hurt, see? Anyone would think it was a
pig being killed."
"That was good hunting," exclaimed the Prince, immediately turning
Coalblack and coming back to the corner of the house. "Eustace," he said,
"of your courtesy, take Coalblack's head." Then he dismounted, and all
three gazed in silence while Puddleglum pulled his catch out into the
light. It was a most miserable little gnome, only about three feet long. It
had a sort of ridge, like a cock's comb (only hard), on the top of its
head, little pink eyes, and a mouth and chin so large and round that its
face looked like that of a pigmy hippopotamus. If they had not been in such
a tight place, they would have burst into laughter at the sight of it.
"Now, Earthman," said the Prince, standing over it and holding his sword
point very near the prisoner's neck, "speak, up, like an honest gnome, and
you shall go free. Play the knave with us, and you are but a dead Earthman.
Good Puddleglum, how can it speak while you hold its mouth tight shut?"
"No, and it can't bite either," said Puddleglum. "If I had the silly soft
hands that you humans have (saving your Highness's reverence) I'd have been
all over blood by now. Yet even a Marsh-wiggle gets tired of being chewed.'
"Sirrah," said the Prince to the gnome, "one bite and you die. Let its
mouth open, Puddleglum."
"Oo-ee-ee," squealed the Earthman, "let me go, let me go. It isn't me. I
didn't do it."
"Didn't do what?" asked Puddleglum.
"Whatever your Honours say I did do," answered the creature.
"Tell me your name," said the Prince, "and what you Earthmen are all about
today."
"Oh please, your Honours, please, kind gentlemen," whimpered the gnome.
"Promise you will not tell the Queen's grace anything I say."
"The Queen's grace, as you call her," said the Prince sternly, "is dead. I
killed her myself."
"What!" cried the gnome, opening its ridiculous mouth wider and wider in
astonishment. "Dead? The Witch dead? And by your Honour's hand?" It gave a
huge sigh of relief and added, "Why then your Honour is a friend!"
The Prince withdrew his sword an inch or so. Puddleglum let the creature
sit up. It looked round on the four travellers with its twinkling, red
eyes, chuckled once or twice, and began.
